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I have borne the pangs of every breath,
With courage and conviction, all the while,
So, when I face, inevitable death,
I plan to face it laughing, with a smile.

Like a blooming virgin, still to be enjoyed,
With promise of the pleasures, unalloyed.
Yes! I shall meet her, in a dazzling style.
Though I have built my mansion tile by tile,

Which, by my verses, is so proudly decked,
Which from its very vitals rise and rumble,
And by my pains and agonies are specked,
And which are sweet and simple, meek and humble.

O! I shall place my earnings at her feet,
And this way, I will, Death, the Virgin meet.

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